Daddy had always wanted a '57 Chevy to relive his young adulthood. He never found one. However, just before our oldest daughter was born, he showed up with a red 1970 Oldsmobile Cutlass Convertible. So much for the '57 Chevy. That car was in excellent shape and he kept if waxed so you could see your reflection in it. Needless to say, it was his pride and joy.
Daddy loved children and wanted grandchildren badly. Our daughter was due to be born on his 55th birthday. She missed it by a day and he never forgave me, like I wanted to be pregnant one more day. Our daughter was the apple of his eye. While I was working she was in day care. He would think nothing of just stopping by and picking up her on a whim.
One day, he went by to pick her up and I had not left the car seat. Knowing I would kill him if he dared take her without her car seat, he just went and bought his own car seat and took care of that issue. So it was not unusual to see the two of them tootling around town in his convertible with the top down. He always said if had known grandchildren were so much fun, he would have had them first.
After he and Mama divorced, I told him if he ever thought about dating, that I feared a car seat in his convertible was probably not a "babe magnet". He just laughed and said he wasn't worried about that, he had his priorities straight.